On New Year’s Eve, I ran into two identical boyfriends. One was young and handsome, laughing and chatting with an intern in his arms. The other looked haggard and worn, gripping my hand tightly to stop me from going over. “If you go over there now, you’ll only see something disgusting.” “And seven days from now, on our wedding day, you’ll leave on the flight that’s destined to crash.” I stared at his graying temples, my heart tightening. “Who are you?” He smiled, his expression full of bitterness. “I’m Shen Yannan, three years from now. After losing you, I went bankrupt just to come back to today and stop all this…”
